User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-32303-20140728010844/@comment-2246928-20141119223852

The searat bartender stiffens at the sight of his patron's demise, but at a grin from the vixen seer, he makes no move to stop Branna from disposing of Sempta, busily cleaning a cup. The other beasts within the tavern either don't care or are too drunk to.

Sempta gives one final, horrified gurgle before falling limp in the stoat captain's paws, his eyes wide and glassy.